I haven't lived in Belfast for almost 3 years now. However I do make regular trips back and enjoy it thoroughly.

The last time I returned I flew out of Liverpool John Moore 'The Beatles' airport. Or at least I think that's what it was called. I was three hours early for my flight (I tend to be early for everything, it's a useful habbit) and so went to the bar and watched Chelsea get beat by a team I can't remember. I had about three pints and then started talking to the guy next to me, Andrew.

He was flying out to Mallorca to meet his family who had flown out earlier. He was about 45 and I often enjoy meeting much older people in transitional places like an airport. A brief friendship based upon circumstance is often as enjoyable as longer ones based on mutual interest.

By the time I got on the place I was about 5 pints deep and had a can of Stella whilst flying over the Irish sea (why do planes only ever serve Stella by the way??). It was a very enjoyable feeling to fly back down into Belfast and I even managed to see the top of the house I used to live in, in the Holylands South Belfast.

Upon arriving I saw that my kind auntie had came down to pick me up and brought my three young cousins along too and I was very pleased to see them. On the route to her house my aunt told me my uncle was in the local pub, 'The Parador' which I have written about here before, and she dropped my off outside there.

The Parador is a very interesting pub, if ever there was a pub with its solid group of regulars it is the Parador. I have been that place enough times to be considered a regular in other pubs, but in the Parador - no chance. Very often I stand at the bar for a significant amount of time whilst all the regulars get served first but that's just the way it is.

Happily for some reason Burnley were playing football at the time and after a lot of trouble involving projectors being re-commissioned and multiple extension leads connected, they were able to get it on the TV. Brilliant! Burnley lost 2-0.

After a few pint with my uncle and his friends, an Old man started speaking to us: "I remember the first time you came in here, you were a wee lad and were buckled after a few pints and talking about starting univeristy".

I found this strange as I had no memory of coming to this place before I started university, much less talking to him but I'm sure it happened and I'm pleased I left a strong enough impression for him to remember it three years later without meeting inbetween.

I soon got very drunk and had to go home. It's a problem I often encounter and when drinking Harp Ice it's even stronger. There is something in Harp Ice, much like in Pringles where you just can't stop drinking it. Harp Ice gives me an insatiable thirst which results in me being completely pissed at 8pm on a Saturday night. It's very strange, almost as if it's salt water I have a sip and then immediately want a bigger sip. Only ever with Harp Ice though. Having worked at numerous pubs in Belfast I've also seen people drink it in a similar fashion.

It's also true that Harp Ice is just the same as Harp, but just colder. Some times it comes out of the same barrel!

Harp is shit though, never drink it, it is the only pint I've ever bought and not finished, it was undrinkabe. Even Harp taps are covered in a load of crap, whereas Harp Ice taps are all frozen and have Ice on them. Why do I never see this in England, it is so cool.

The next day I had to accompany my uncle and cousins to the falls road swimming pool. It was really good and even had a sauna but I couldn't use it as "The key to this morning Dan is child safety, Enda (my cousin) can swim but you'll very quickly learn his limitations".

This was very true, he was constantly over estimating his swimming ability, swimming to far from the wall and too deep, almost drowning and then relying on me to save him. Then he'd do it again.

He clearly highly enjoyed swimming however and probably was mentally seeking a competence level much higher than the physical limitations of his age would allow him. I had a great time swimming with him though, I would love to be able to spend more time with my younger cousins.